What does it mean to us to choose, for example, what color pill is the right thing to swallow? What does our truth depend on? Is it your own mood or their opinion?
As we age a little bit, death seems to be both far and near. Is our meaning only manifested in the last second before death? Or the whole process? I wish I could say to others the day I die, "At least I lived, and most of you just existed."
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